Feeding humans, she's serious

That being said.

Gu Fanyin still chose to go out after a slow breakfast. During the period, he perfunctory the urging of his disciples several times, and finally put down his chopsticks and said directly: "Let them wait."

Startled by her aura, the disciple fell silent, and silently withdrew his tentative foot.

Gu Fanyin ate very slowly this time, Yuezhi came back from the back mountain after practicing the sword, and Yue Qinian was reading with a heavy book in his hand... Even Mu Nanxing, who was sitting alone in the pavilion, had already had three cups of tea.

The little disciple was still anxious at first, and wave after wave of people came to urge him, and then...all of them were left outside the pavilion with a blank face.

Ning Zhi looked at the circle of disciples who dared to be angry but dared not speak up, picked out one who was dressed differently, and sneered ruthlessly: "It seems that it is the direct disciple of which elder?"

"Have you started to serve tea and water now?"

"You—" The disciple who was always proud of his identity naturally couldn't bear such a blatant provocation, and the words of rebuttal came to his lips, and he was so angry that he touched the magic weapon hanging by his side with his hands.

"Huh?" Gu Fanyin's raised chopsticks froze in mid-air, and he glanced there as if nothing, and then raised his fingertips, and the single chopsticks directly rubbed his hand touching the magic weapon and nailed it to the wall.

"Fairy Sanskrit..." The disciple was still angry, but the fear of being frightened by the chopsticks still remained on his body. Looking at those emotionless eyes, he could only lower his head and weakly cover up the emotions in his eyes.

Gu Fanyin: "If you have any opinions, come to me, don't do that with your cultivation base."

Yue Zhi, who was wiping the sword, silently looked at Ning Zhi.

Gu Fanyin added without changing his face: "It still depends on talent."

"If you can't even do this..."

"Just shut that mouth and be a good mascot."

"...the mascot must be handsome," Yue Qinian, who was reading a book silently next to him, raised his head. After saying this, he remembered something and buried it in the book again.

When he raised his head again, he still had the look of a person from outside the sky: "The sin of the soul must be cured by pure fire."

Mo Chouzhou, who suddenly appeared from the door on the other side, twitched his lips and explained: "He said that you are guilty and you can go to reincarnation."

Facing the output disciples: "..."

They all lowered their heads silently one by one, and you are circling the same question at the same time:
Aren't they the ones who came to Xingshi to question the crime?
Is there something wrong...

After this one time, the breakfast in front of Gu Fanyin was successfully cooled. She wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, and finally stood up under the eager eyes of everyone.

Ning Zhi felt that these people were too happy.

He even found one or two disciples with relaxed expressions in the crowd.

Ning Zhi was puzzled by these people again: How could they take it for granted that Gu Fanyin, who was so difficult to hire, was an easy person to deal with?

Mu Nanxing counted with his fingers, and sat alone in the pavilion watching the group leave grandly, with a gentle face on his face.

"What's the deal?" Mo Chouzhou, who caught a glimpse of his movement, popped his head, and began to gesticulate with his fingers, his face full of eagerness to try.

This one looks really... money-making!
If he can learn one and a half tricks, he, Mo Chouzhou, will be able to kick off the redundant part-time jobs and turn himself into the master!

Mu Nanxing's eyes were covered with white silk and turned to the side, slowly picked up the warm teacup, and said calmly, "The secret of heaven must not be revealed."

Seeing Mo Chouzhou, who is about to copy out the paper, he is in this posture: "..."

The tall and slender young man sat down on the other side with a bit of boredom, his long hair that was randomly erected was hanging on the table, and he was half on his stomach, looking a little depressed.

Mu Nanxing smiled lightly, his gaze in white silk fell on the direction where the group of people left, he patted him on the shoulder, and said in a vague tone: "Brother Mo is going to prepare for the site selection of the Yunqiong Palace?"

"Maybe you can prepare a bigger warehouse."

Mo Chouzhou: "!!!"

Sit up in shock from dying.

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On the other side, Gu Fanyin finally came to the villa where Sect Master Hehuan stayed. The disciples squatting inside were not very happy, and they looked at Gu Fanyin and the other two with extremely unkind eyes.

Then Gu Fanyin stared back directly.

Unexpectedly, someone who could be regarded as a person of status would be so serious with him. The disciple who opened the door was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously stepped back, and then bumped his head against the door panel.

Make a very clear sound.

Ning Zhi narrowed his eyes, gloating: "Your way of opening the door is quite unique."

The disciple who made a big ugliness in public was depressed for a while, before he could think of an excuse, he saw the two horns embroidered with blue luan floating in front of him.

Gu Fanyin directly opened the half-opened door wide open, obviously he was invited to Xingshi to question his crimes, but he took steps like the one who came to collect debts.

He didn't take the suzerain elders with serious faces in his eyes at all.

Qian Qiuxue, who stood aside and was called to listen to the Canglan Sect, silently lowered her head.

Qian Qiuxue doesn't think that Gu Fanyin is what those people say, cold-blooded, oppressive...

Standing in front of the Acacia suzerain one by one, they are like little cabbage with brains, but Qian Qiuxue, who has experienced it firsthand, knows very well that those people are far from being as innocent as they themselves said.

Fairy Sanskrit... At best, she was doing things a little more straightforwardly.

It's just that Qian Qiuxue knew that in front of a group of people, she would be easy to cause controversy for the Canglan Sect, so she silently stood aside.

Anyway, with their temperament, it is impossible for one to suffer more than the other.

The sword cultivator of the intuition department turned sideways and successfully hid himself from a group of serious-looking people.

Qian Qiuxue: ...Well, Master told me to keep a safe distance.

"Fairy Fanyin really told us to wait."

The Suzerain in the middle covered his face with a fan, and was the first to break the atmosphere.

"It's you who want to see me," Gu Fanyin pulled a chair from the side and sat down in front of everyone, and patted the vacant seat on the right hand side, making Ning Zhi sit down too.

Ning Zhi...Ning Zhi certainly would not let go of such an opportunity to taunt, not only sat down, but also found a comfortable posture with his shoulders tilted and his toes slightly raised.

"How decent is it?! How can a practitioner be like this..."

"What's the matter with him?" Gu Fanyin raised his eyebrows, and directly yelled at him without any timidity, "How precious are you guys? Do you even care about the attitude of others?"

Gu Fanyin stared blankly at the bearded and staring old man in front of him, and with a single finger, the unpleasant old face fell off the stage.

With a bang, a chair was directly burned to ashes. The old man saw the drastic change in the expression of the flames, and before he had time to hide, he felt a sharp pressure on his body, and then he could only watch helplessly as he fell to the ground like a clown.

"Gu Fanyin, you are too deceitful!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the foothold under his eyelids also started to burn.

It's not wrong to let him fall down alone.